"Off and On"

The blood is thick, thicker than my thoughts are quick
Quicker than these thoughts turn sick, sick, 

Sicker than my temperature rising,
Sicker than the whites of their eyes despising 

Me and all my lovers that I can't disguise
And I'll never know why

Ooh, the air is clear, clearer that the taste of tears,
Clearer than the smell of fear

And I'm fearful for a long cold year with you.

Don't you know what you do?
You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes
Separate the scabs from the bruises

I turn my thoughts off and on, off and on, off and on...

(Instrumental)

I'm out of breath, offers me a taste of death
Equally a taste of life and I freeze to feel it,
I prayed to my gawd and I prayed to yours Jesus, oh yes
I prayed and I pleaded that I'd never go back
But I'm always going back

'Cause the touch is sweet, sweeter than he touches me,
Sweeter when that touch repeats, repeats,
Please believe my heart spills its guts every time that you leave.
Don't you know what you do?
You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes
Separate the scabs from the bruises

Off and on, off and on, off and on...

(Instrumental)

He's gonna teach me how to live, he's gonna teach me how to live...

-- "Off and On" - Findlay